By the time Noah stopped, his Dream had already spread across the whole region.
It hung over the outer city like a low, soft cloud, blue and gold, drifting through the frozen streets and down into the dark windows and out across the white plains beyond. Everything under it went on, unaware. And everything the cloud touched, Noah knew.
His Risen Dreams moved around him on a frozen plain, fourteen giants sitting in the snow, the golden shadow of the panda lying at the back of them with its great head on its paws.
The prompts came quietly.
Your Dream has settled over this region.|
|Observed: the Draining. Lines of the weakest dead, chained in their thousands. Their last warm memories drawn out of them by the Regent's wardens, and carried away in jars.|
|The warmth flows inward, street by street, hall by hall towards a powerful Immense One- toward the throne of THE Gaunt Regent at the city's heart.|
